Monday Evening Red

There are three people camping behind the solar panels and one hogan rented at Last Hurrah. It's quiet tonight. Tomorrow when they leave I won't have any guests staying here for the first time in at least a month. It's almost ghost time when the winter comes and it's just me and the ghosts of the past and time to do the winter grid searches to see what I can find of the history of where I live. I'm just thinking not a day do I take it for granted the beauty of the canyon lands and then, almost as if on cue, everything turns red. I hear my whisper. "Kobae, look at that."